Last night, Evie tried to use Zion’s situation while talking about the preciousness of daily life.

So when Zion asked if that was a threat, she confidently replied that it wasn’t wrong.

Just yesterday, no, just a few hours ago.

During all this, Evie grabbed an innocent child and claimed to be a saint, so to Zion, it seemed like an absurd trick.

So he got up and went to warn her, but Evie Ariate’s eyes were again like a surprised rabbit.

“Whether it’s revenge or not, it’s the same. It may be unfair, but no one will believe you, whether it’s Bist or Tienda, and you won’t be able to prove it.”

At Zion’s continued words, Evie’s eyes widened even more.

So Zion thought her face was really easygoing.

With such a face, it seemed like there would be people who would be deceived on purpose.

Zion, too, had mixed feelings and quickly concluded.

“If you want to try, make sure to calculate first. Whether it’s effective or not, you’ll have to deal with the consequences.”

Zion turned with those words.

Left alone, Evie stood still in that place for a while.

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Evie, who came down from the second floor, had a blank face for some reason.

Evie sat quietly on the bed with that face.

DS knew well when Evie would become like this.

So he silently waited, and soon Evie raised her head.

“Butler.”

Evie called DS with a faint voice that was barely audible.

Then she whispered with an almost tearful face.

“I think I’ve found a way.”

Evie said so and hugged DS tightly, then looked at the butler who was extremely refusing the hug with starry eyes.

DS spat a hollow laugh at this sight.

DS also knew well when Evie’s eyes became like this.

It was a look of confidence that Evie Ariate only showed after being more brilliantly crafty than ever.

After lunch, the village became seriously chaotic.

The men checked around the village for animal carcasses or the like.

The loudly crying livestock had already been sent to the mountains the day before. So the people looked at the empty barn and clicked their tongues, thinking that they must not die too much this time.

The most worrying thing was the houses with babies. The parents went underground with the baby so that the crying wouldn’t leak out, and covered it with thick carpet.

The windows were covered with boards, and the chimney was firmly blocked. Still not feeling secure, people put all the things that could be used as weapons next to the front door.

In the afternoon, preparing for disaster like this, Mrs. Marso’s twostory house was particularly noisy.

It was because all the village people had gathered.

“What’s happening outside?”

Zion asked Mrs. Marso for the reason, who had just come up to close the window.

Certainly, here is the translated passage:

“Ah, that is, the couple in room 1 on the first floor are distributing the salt of Manyania to the villagers.”

Evie Ariate?

“They’re giving a handful to each house, my goodness. I wonder where it all came from……”

At Mrs. Marso’s words, Zion looked out the window again.

Then he spotted Evie Ariate and her servant among the people.

Zion’s head started to ache as soon as he saw them.

And Mrs. Marso also clicked her tongue with concern.

“If they are distributing fakes, it will be a big problem……”

Contrary to such concerns, Evie Ariate’s salt would be real.

She came to Bis late at night, so she must have filled it with salt from the tower for safety.

But to be distributing it so generously to the people, Zion saw that act as a clear provocation.

He had clearly warned her not to do something foolish, but Evie Ariate defiantly did so anyway.

Moreover, distributing salt in Bis was the exclusive right of Count Montra. No matter how high the name of the purifier of Manyania Tower, that act was definitely a problem.

‘What on earth does she intend to do?’

Zion still couldn’t understand Evie Ariate’s way of thinking.

However, the assessment that Evie Ariate was a fool was becoming more firmly established.

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Finally, the sun set.

Slowly darkness fell, and the village became as quiet as if empty.

How long had it been since the sky was covered in pitch black, when a faint shape revealed itself in the darkness.

People peering out of their homes from inside were taken aback by that skeletal, eerie figure.

It was the curse of the corpse.

It was a bizarre shape, like a thin curtain, semitransparent and like large bones of a big animal strung together.

The villagers counted their breaths as they counted.

Three curses entered the village. Still, the people could not consider it a small number.

The curse roamed the air, moving its bone fragments grotesquely, looking for something alive.

Whether the curse smelled something, it stuck its bone tip through a door gap, then suddenly shrank back in surprise.

People who saw this cheered.

The salt distributed by the stranger during the day was real. So the curse was wandering, unable to enter any house.

Then from one house, a wailing child’s cry was heard.

Then the lurking curses moved like arrows and stood in front of that house.

The curses that were certain of life scratched at the door gap, trying to get in. But that was only for a moment, and all three curses convulsed like they were struck by lightning and scattered hastily.

From that door where the curses had swarmed, blue smoke was rising.

The salt of Manyania placed in the entrance was burning itself to fend off the curse of the corpse.

The village was full of Manyania’s protection.

The grudge of the dead dragon could not overcome that noble will.

In the end, the curses, unable to find prey, disappeared quietly, filled with starvation and resentment.

Without a scream or a wail, when the curse withdrew, Deis, who was watching outside, spoke.

“It’s only a matter of time before this gets to Count Montra’s ears.”

“That’s what I hope.”

Evie, who had been lying on the bed, smiled leisurely.

In the morning, when Zion Laurel suddenly became chilly, I wondered why this child was doing this.

But as I listened to what the child said, I became sure.

I was sure that I would get everything back from that arrogant, shameless, selfish count who messed with others’ lives without even apologizing, and who even dared to threaten me.

So Evie was eagerly waiting for the night to pass and the morning to come.

But the thing to be careful about on this moonless night was not just the wandering curse.

I thought it was a rare peaceful night.

The most dreadful night, the roar that shook the mountain, tore that shallow peace.

Kyaaaa!

At that thunderous scream, people who had closed their eyes for a moment were horrified and got up.

And they hastily looked for the curse.

Fortunately, it was found quickly.

Far away, the mountain was moving.

More precisely, the curse that had finally found and devoured the livestock tied to the mountain was raising its decayed body.